”“And he’s going to be gone in a few days,” Dara said before she could think about the words.“He didn’t tell you? He’s moving back here....He has the contacts he needs to work from anywhere, and the money to travel when he needs to. He’s always been homesick, and now he’s coming home.”Heart soaring and tears still flowing, Dara looked up and sobbed out, “Really?”“Yes, darling. And I think he might just have an even better reason to come home now. Now I’m doubly jealous of you.”Laughing through. It required brains to overcome that drawback. I was glad he understood that.There was no door bell or knocker. Standing to the side I used my left foot to knock aggressively on the lower door. I keyed the mike and said, "Heads up, getting ready to go in."I kicked the door three times again and yelled, "Anybody home, hello."I was just about to kick the door in when someone inside yelled, "Hold your pants on I coming. Who is it?"I responded to that with, "Hello, hello,"As soon as the door cracked. This incident happened in may 2000 when I went to my sisters place my sister lives side lane to our house. But I use to go to her house very rarely that day I went to my sisters place to give something which my mum gave me to handover to my sister. I went to here house and started calling here but I was not getting any respond so I went in and gave another call then to no one was responding I was about to come back I herd a voice that was archana she was shouting from upstairs of her house that. The remnants of her clothing were torn from her body and a deft movement by the auctioneer set her twisting on the single support chain, thus displaying her body to the crowd of men in Arab dress who were gathered for the sale. She screamed vile imprecations in Italian again until a gag was thrust into her mouth."Italiano?" said one of the men.Rubina nodded violently, hoping in vain that help might be at hand. The man approached the rostrum and reached out a hand towards her, and she tried.